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miles (ex_bletch735) wrote in unexpectedrpg,
@ 2008-07-13 22:42:00

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miles bletchley, victoria frobisher

it took me like ten times to post this ihu internet

WHO: miles bletchley and victoria frobisher.
WHERE: starting at miles' apartment, then vicky's.
WHEN: today.
WHAT: getting hitched.
RATING: idk yet.
STATUS: incomplete.

“Hello,” His voice held a tad of irritation to it, but Miles tried to hide it as he continued, “I would like to buy—” his voice trailed on as he made his request to the woman across the line, making sure to get the best of the best like he always did. He probably needed it, because in the short amount of time that he had known his fiancé, he had the right to believe she was quite the bitch when she wanted to be. But this time, she actually had a reason to be peeved at him. Not peeved, more so pissed off. Not only had he just actually forgotten that today was his wedding day; the both of them had just been fined for he wasn’t sure how many galleons, but he knew it was quite a bit. He knew he could easily afford it, with his Quidditch career being at its highest peak and his family being known for their wealth, but Victoria didn’t seem to have that kind of luck. Well, he told her he’d pay for it, but naturally she had to be a stubborn cow and reject it as she didn’t want to owe him any debts.

He’d pay for it, anyway.

It wasn’t his fault, not entirely. Quidditch was important to him, it was his career, it was his life; it was no wonder he’d forgotten to show up at his own wedding, the wedding he didn’t even want, the wedding to a girl he wasn’t sure how he felt about. But still, there was no excuse, he’d missed the wedding and now he had to pay for it (quite literally). And, well, to be honest?

He felt kind of guilty, actually.

Hence why he’d asked Victoria where she was; a plan had begun to form into his mind and he was acting out on it. He hung up the phone as soon as he was done and took his jacket to keep warm, heading straight out the door. When he had the chance to apparate, with no one in sight to see him, he did, remembering her apartment from the last time he visited. It almost brought a grin to his face, but he controlled himself. What a way to meet, bloody hell. He thrusted his hands into his pocket as he climbed a flight of stairs, fingers clenching around the little velvet box in his pocket that still contained the ring he’d bought for her along with the carrot ring which he’d sent her just to spook her out.

Reaching the apartment, he made sure that it was the right number before he knocked three times. When the door finally opened he wasted no time into explaining himself, not even uttering a hello, “I just bought two tickets to Vegas, do you still want to get married today?” His brow raised, eyes boring with determination. “If you do, I suggest you grab your coat. Plane’s leaving in an hour.”

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refrobished
2008-07-13 03:52 pm UTC (link)

Vicky had been crying since the wedding. How bloody rude of him to forget their wedding day. Even if they hated each other, which she was pretty sure they did, he had no real excuse to leave her waiting for him like an idiot. She understood the love for Quidditch, but not the love for missing someones wedding. He could have at least said he wanted to take a rain check. Of course not, he had to be a stubborn dick just like every other guy she knew. Hell, was getting married worth such agony?

There was still no excuse for making her cry! Her wedding dress, though not glamorous and expensive like everyone elses, was stuffed into her garbage can and she laid on her couch in just a t-shirt and shorts. She just wanted to crawl under a rock and die. Or sleep until this all stopped. The world was spinning too fast for her to keep up with it. Especially if it involved her.

Hearing a knock at the door, she rose slowly, wiping her eyes, figuring it was Demelza or someone of equal importance. However, when she opened the door, she was rather surprised to see Miles standing there. Before Vicky even had the chance to cross her arms in anger, he blurted out several words in her direction and it took her a moment to catch up. First she just blinked, taking it all in. He had to have been kidding, but when she looked him dead on, he looked outrageously determined. A sigh was given and she obeyed, grabbing her coat and stepping past him, pushing him out of the way as she did so. Her door shut behind her and she waited for him to make the next move.

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passports do not excist!

ex_bletch735
2008-07-13 04:21 pm UTC (link)

Getting married in Las Vegas wasn’t how he’d imagined his wedding to be, but it was better than nothing, or so Miles supposed. It showed that despite everything, he was kind of a decent guy, to actually take the time and effort to do this. He wasn’t sure where they would head to once they had landed, but he knew there were a few chapels here and there—after all, the country was known for these sort of weddings, the ones where the couple wanted to elope, or where they got drunk and just did it on impulse.

He was rather glad to see she wasn’t making a fuss about it, but at the same time he found it awkward that she hadn’t screamed bloody murder at the sight of him. Still, it didn’t matter, there was no time for hesitation and he took her hand without second thought; hauling her with him for a side-along apparition to the airport where he used to spend quite some time when he was a child, as his father always took him along for his business trips.

He kept holding onto her hand as he entered London City airport, heading straight to the desk that had Las Vegas and a flight number on it. “Bletchley, I made that phone call about two for Vegas, first class.” The woman behind it nodded almost dumbly, typing things on her computer before looking back at him. “Luggage?” He shook his head; they weren’t carrying anything. “Okay, flight number 506, gate 21 A,” The plane tickets were handed over to him and he thanked her, before turning around to said gate. He stole a glance at Victoria while he was at it, “Are you okay?” he asked, rather gruffly.

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refrobished
2008-07-13 04:28 pm UTC (link)

Vicky desperately wanted to punch him then, though she held back as he took the hand she would have punched him with and dragged her along to the airport. How bloody rude, no greeting, just a demand. He really needed to learn some manners if he was going to marry her. Bloody git. She huffed, though stayed quiet, not making a scene.

When they apparated to the airport, she continued to stay quiet, dying to get her hand free from his. An hour. They didn't need to leave so early if they still had an hour left. Shit, she didn't want to wait that. She stood behind him, listening as he asked about their tickets. When he turned with his tickets in hand, Vicky used her free hand, grabbed a chunk of that pretty head of hair and pulled backwards as rough as she possibly could, bending him down to her level. "You ever fucking embarrass me again and I'll skin you alive, do you understand me?" she hissed, keeping a firm grip on his short hair. He was lucky she was only upset and not actually angry.

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ex_bletch735
2008-07-13 04:38 pm UTC (link)

Miles wasn’t going to apologize, if that was what she was waiting for. He’d never apologized, or he’d never apologized and actually meant it, so he wasn’t going to do it now. He was paying for her fine, he was taking her to Vegas, and they were flying first class. What more did she want? To hurt him, was the answer he received, and Miles found his hair locked in a vice grip as he looked at her coolly.

“Must you act like a harpy in public?” While he would admit that his head was stinging due to her grip on his hair, the look on his face betrayed nothing. Instead, there was a grin, smugly adorning his face, before he took her wrist and pried her fingers off of him, holding her hands down so she couldn’t try that one again. Finally, she had opened that pretty mouth of hers and talked —or more so threatened—to him, so he knew that things—whatever things were—would be okay between them. People had begun to stare, like he had said, but he took no notice of them as he held her by her upper arm. “Let’s go, it’s a fifteen minute walk, we’ll get something to eat first.” He was still acting like the perfect host, or he thought himself to be.

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refrobished
2008-07-14 01:15 pm UTC (link)

"Why couldn't you have just shown up?" She muttered, ripping her arm away from him. He had no right to touch her. Actually, he was lucky she wasn't out right hexing his ass for the stunt that he pulled. She huffed and folded her arms, keeping a distance between them as they walked. She wasn't too far, not wanting to lose him in the crowds of teaming people. Shit, if she lost him the in the airport, it was Azkaban for her.

Idly, she reached her hand up and scratched the back of her neck, glaring over at him. There was so much she wanted to say, well, yell really, but knew now wasn't the time or place. If only she could have made him feel like shit, that would have just made it all better. Eventually, she'd forgive him as well as she could, but for now, she'd stay silent. She sighed and her arms went back in the folded position. This was not going to be fun.

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ex_bletch735
2008-07-15 10:47 am UTC (link)

He heard her mutter but didn’t comment on it, instead pretending that he wasn’t paying attention to her. He was, but only to see whether she wasn’t going to attack him again. He hadn’t showed up because he’d been busy, busy playing Quidditch, busy forgetting about his wedding. He was making it right now, sort of, so she could either stop her complaining or make their lives a living hell for the entire plane ride. For some reason, he thought she’d do the second.

It didn’t take long to get pass the security, the metal detector didn’t go off. That meant she wasn’t carrying around a knife in her pocket, so that was good. They did, however, had to explain themselves due to the fact Miles had been carrying his wand in his jacket. “I have a nephew that likes these sort of things,” he lied plainly, tempted to roll his eyes. Muggles, such fools. Now they were strolling around through the airport, some shops and restaurants filling his eyesight. “Where do you want to eat, then?” he asked her politely.

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